I miss it.
Feeling feelings.
Those strong emotions and deep sentations we feel when we were younger.
We feel almost everything to the extreme. Shock, joy, sadness, love and hate.
I miss that sensation of having a crush. That intense feeling of jealousy. That excitement of having loved back. When things were new, fresh and adventurous.
Nothing confirmed, nothing set in stone, yet we embraced it like no tomorrow. We gave all and get some back.
I also miss the energy. For friendships, situationships and relationships. Calls until the wee hours of night. Nightly lepak mamak even with morning class next day. Secret dumping our hearts out. All of that. We had so much time for all the feels, and yet it felt so packed, nothing was spared.
Now, as things going dull with time, the calm is approaching with age. We seem to love most but care less. We managed emotions smarter and wiser, from the times we had before, but the sense of adventure is getting less. We learned what and what not to do, we know how things will happen and feels like. We avoid risks and damaging relations. We’re wiser now, but where’s the thrill in that?
I wish to experience things the first time again.
